anyone else ever think about that scene in episode 7 of sophomore year when ragh found out his mom is dead but she isnt really dead her consciousness was in another body, and he started saying "do all our hugs count? it wasnt her real body but they count right?" and then fig hugs the gem her dad is trapped in and goes "IS THIS NOT A HUG?" and ragh hugs HER and they all start crying and adaine says my "parents never hugged me" and kristen just goes "i hold trackers hand quietly"
Listen, LISTEN, the only thing on my mind today is the little sweet moments that you share after sex or a long day with Katsuki Bakugo.
I CANNOT stop thinking about laying in a bed with Katsuki using your long nails to trace little patterns in the muscles of his back. The man has had an incredibly long day at work, for how intense his explosions are you canโt tell me this man is not out of place. His hips are probably unaligned and his back is totally fucked up. Heโs constantly complaining about headaches because of how tight his neck has become. Heโd never admit it out loud but his favorite part of the day is cuddling up with you or your aftercare from sex. You massage and trace patterns over his shoulder blades and lower back. Watching his abused, tense muscles relax under the soothing little scratches of your nails. Hearing him let out a breathy sigh or a little hum, enjoying the sensation. Nuzzled up in your neck, half awake, fighting sleep to keep you company. Youโre all wrapped up in his arms and legs, with his warm body. You can feel his heart beating at a slow, calm pace against your skin. You place small little pecks on the top of his head or on his forehead. If he moves to look up at you, you use your eyelashes to give him butterfly kisses on his cheeks and nose. Heโll chuckle a little from the tickling sensation. And donโt get me started if you start to massage and scratch this manโs scalp. His eyes flutter shut and heโll groan. He be in heaven with that shit. A gentle smile on his face and everything.๐ญ please I need this in my life.
The thing that gets me about history and humanity is that you never know what is immortalized, and the things that will be immortalized are things you would never think.
I saw a person sharing a new tattoo, and it was one of Onfim's drawings. A boy who lived so long ago he is barely a blip now, but his drawings meant so much to people that somebody is now permanently marked in their skin with one of those drawings. Do you ever look at the things you make and just sit there and wonder if this is the thing that future people look at? Do you ever look at your art, your writing, your schoolwork, or anything that is yours and just wonder who will find it, who will fall in love with a piece of your humanity and become overwhelmed with emotion over? It's not unlikely. It's not totally unlikely that somebody will find a piece of you in the distant future and devoid of any other context of who you were will still love you because you were here. You were here, and you are still here, even hundreds or thousands of years later. Treat yourself with the same love that so many have for dear Onfim.
i'm torn between wanting buck and eddie to have a full-blown fight where they scream and yell and shove at each other because they just don't get it huh like they really don't get it OR wanting them to have a quiet soft conversation on the kitchen floor because they're both just tired of pretending that they don't know what this actually is OR if i want the fighting first and then the soft conversation help
"The Lyctor took her silently in his arms: they held each other like children who'd had a nightmare and had woken in a fright. Just as silently, they detached."